The Awakening

The awakening If I sail the seven seas Traverse the corners of the globe In search of gods to appease And even wear the saffron robe If I put trust in mortal men That lay claim to powers of healing Some may come even as priests of Zen Yet, their prayers never go beyond your ceiling If I relocate my abode to the mountain top That I may be closer to heaven Barren of all livestock and food crop I may live only for a day, two or seven If yet, I can sail the seas Or to the mountain top, run Why not in prayer, fall on my knees And with the Lord, have some fun? So, arise oh my soul And cry out to mount Zion That again, I may be whole And regain the strength of a lion